The Wolf Master, Ralph, stood on top of his shuttle, absorbing the winds that blew his white fur cloak.
His eyes were looking at the vast army of wolves that were sprawled beneath him. Some were standing in their humanoid forms, and a few were in their true wolf forms.
Their howls contributed to the harsh wind as it seemed like they wanted to drop the world into a cold dark realm.
The army of wolves was so vast that even Ralph could not see the end of the horde. They stretched all the way to the edge of the horizon, and probably beyond.
This was his wolves, this was his army, this was the army he had led across a whole galaxy to hunt down his competition.
Ralph…was proud of himself.
Scattered around in the midst of this vast wolf horde were the giant bodies of dead orcas.
They were here and there, being nibbled on by the nearest wolves.
It was a brutal sight to behold. The frosty ground around these wolves was drenched with dark red orca blood.
